A/N: Greetings, fabulous readers! This story was created because I really thought this first song, Listen to Your Heart, fit Dark so well, and a relationship between Dark and Riku even more. This chapter is really just an intro into what's going on, since this doesn't exactly follow the plot from the anime, so there will be more dialogue and interaction in the next chapter. This is my first attempt at a story dealing with animated characters, so please let me know how I did, and feel free to give me some pointers. But above all, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own D. N. Angel, nor do I own the song Listen to Your Heart by DHT.
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I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah.
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He always looks at me. I know I could be imagining it, seeing how high he flies above me, but why would I do such a thing? It's not as if I want him to look at me. Still, he does it, and it's driving me insane. I can't seem to avoid that playful grin he shoots my way as he evades the authorities and the twinkle in his eyes that I can see from my cold spot on the ground. Night after night, Risa drags me out here, and I look up to watch as that detestable phantom thief flies off with his new toy, just to see if he does it again. And he always does.
Risa thinks it's for her. This, of course, is reasonable. Why wouldn't Dark be smiling at her, showing his affection toward her in his own arrogant way? All the same, I know this isn't the case, because his eyes locked on mine, not the general crowd around me. It's an uncomfortable feeling, knowing someone is watching you, when you would much rather never see said someone again. That doesn't deter Dark, though. I think he likes making me uncomfortable. He probably goes home and laughs about it.
Except one night, he didn't go home. I was just lying in my bed, minding my own business, dreaming a rather nice dream, when I felt it. That same horrible feeling of being watched by eyes I didn't want on me. I wasn't scared of them. Strangely enough, they didn't make me feel as if I was in danger, just that I had some unwanted attention. But that didn't mean I was going to let him get away with coming to my room in the middle of the night. What was he thinking?
Apparently, he was thinking he was going to kiss me, because that is what he did. There was a look in his eyes I couldn't identify. The infuriating twinkle of mischief was still present, but there was something else; something sad. Then the strangest thing happened. A flash of annoyance passed over his face as he pulled away from me and I was sure I saw Daisuke. Why would I imagine Daisuke's face on Dark? Was it some kind of defense mechanism that was keeping me from being permanently emotionally scarred from Dark's lips touching mine? Could replacing his face with the face of someone I know, someone safe and kind, be my mind's way of keeping me from murdering the infamous thief then and there? Perhaps, but it seemed I wouldn't have had the chance to kill him anyway. Dark was gone, and I found that, against my will, I wanted him to come back. Just so I can give him a piece of my mind, of course.
So there is another reason I know these smirks and annoying looks were directed at me. As much as they annoy me, however, I've decided that I'm going to be alright with them as long as he keeps his distance. If he's way up there, and I'm way down here, everything will be just peachy. I blinked as he winked at me. Maybe 'peachy' isn't the right word…
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You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.
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Ever since the night Dark kissed me, I've been thinking about my feelings for Daisuke. When the shock of what had happened had worn off, I began to think that maybe my mind was just showing me what I wanted to see. But that was ridiculous. I like Daisuke, but only as a friend. Sure, I'd had a crush on him before, when I was younger, but who wouldn't? He's just so sweet. Very much unlike Dark, who is rude, arrogant, and flirtatious toward people who want nothing to do with him, like me.
Could this be denial? Could I like Daisuke, deep down inside of me, and it took Dark stealing my first kiss to make me realize it? That was rather dramatic, and I don't like dramatic. It doesn't suit me. I leave all of the drama to Risa, who seems perfectly content to handle it.
Until now, that is. I can't even talk to Risa about this. She would be too upset to know that Dark doesn't really like her, that all those looks were being completely wasted on me. Assuming, that is, that she would even believe me. Chances are she would think I actually like that pest, and am trying to steal him for myself. Which is not the case at all.
I don't know when exactly it happened, but I came to the conclusion that I like Daisuke. And I mean like like, not just friend like. Now, not only was I nervous around Daisuke, but I was nervous when Risa would force me to come to the museum Dark would be hitting next, because, for some odd reason, I was afraid that Dark might find out.
When he flew away across the night sky, he didn't smile at me or wink at me. He didn't even look down. And though I couldn't explain why, I felt a strange, painful feeling in my chest, as if someone had quickly squeezed my heart. I pushed my short red hair behind my ears and let a frown harden on my face. See if I spare him a thought again.
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Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
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Despite everything I told myself about loathing that stupid thief completely, I still couldn't help but feel my face heat up at the mention of his name or the way my stomach squirmed when I saw him on the television. I told myself it was disgust, but my heart was telling me that I might be wrong. There was no way on the planet that I was going to actually listen to its traitorous words.
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I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.
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That was it. No more. I am sick and tired of this little game, and I am not going to play it anymore. That… that… that Dark was messing with my head, coaxing me closer with a smile on one side of his face and ignoring me completely on the other side. He was a no good, rotten, two-faced art thief with no self control and even less charm. His head is so big from all of the attention he gets from the female population that I am truly shocked he can still fly with the load.
I don't know why it bothers me so much. It shouldn't bother me at all. I can't stand him, so why should his ignoring me be a bad thing? It just makes it easier for me to ignore him, right? Somehow, for some reason, that isn't the case. Especially when he pulls a stunt like he did last night.
I saw him. Not in the sky after a theft, but walking through a park. I know he saw me. How couldn't he have? I was the only other person there. And what did he do? He walked right past me. I was standing there, just about to rip into him about what a jerk he was, but he didn't even look at me. He didn't acknowledge my presence in any way. He just kept walking, as if I didn't exist. How could he? How dare he steal my first kiss and then pretend I wasn't there! But that was probably his way. Kiss poor, innocent, unsuspecting girls to confuse them, and then act like nothing happened. He probably thought it was fun. Well, I'll show him. He wasn't getting away with his antics this time. He messed with the wrong girl. I'm Riku Harada, and I'm going to give Phantom Thief Dark what's coming to him!
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A/N: Thank you for reading, and I'm looking forward to finding out what you think. The next chapter should be up soon.
